Lyrics:
Zeit (ja)
Bruder, ich leb' für die Gang (Gang), sterb' für die Gang (Gang)
187 Strassenbande fährt nur Mercedes Benz
Die Armbanduhr Gold (Gold), die
to duck in his house
Keep a trail of bitches, I'm talking three on each side
The head of this to the kid
Walk with black pride
He a monsoon mastermind
Flyer
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes
We are three high kings in honor.
We are the midst of Dagda's spell -
We are three armored forces, and
We are the gold-torqued leaders.
Three wild
gave my last gold tooth 'n gold nugget to get my dick sucked
3 days out on the frontier
And I'd kill for a cheap whore and a barrel of cold beer
I
You couldn't catch me in the streets
Without a ton of reefer
You couldn't catch me in the streets
Without a ton of reefer
You couldn't catch me in
there's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom
As the hills turn from green back to gold
And why
obiara mbother ma ebedi..
Ntsi street na echoose a y3 ready..
Hu d3 ewiase so s3 enni akoma a enntum ncomplete journey..
Kakra a y3bedi ntsi ay3 study
a dream
For every night I say a prayer
And I swear you are the answer
You're an angel, you're an angel, you're an angel
I don't need three wishes
Oh
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
(Drum Dummie)
(Drum Dummie made the beat and you know they killin' it)
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
he was just plain drunk.
Well, alright then!
He was sure salty with the bartender.
The bartender's trying to make him by another drink.
Zeke
Sky blue
Pine green
And blue marine
Three colors that bury my sins
You touched my skin
And that’s how I started to sing
Oh pirates of unknown
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
on for like three generations
Oakland pimp shit, all in your face, man
Some other cities take pride in trickin'
You can hear it when
Their rappers start
fantastic yeah
And it's fantastic yeah
(ouh)
(mmm)
Im looking at the streets and i havent been here
Oh
Is this Paris?
Is this Paris?
Yeah it is dog
Now, from the streets to the suites and all around the world,
They all recognize we (Incredible)
We can stand in the water and can't get wet,
You
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
'Cause where we stayin, n****z look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause bustin
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
loves you to death won’t let no trouble come your way
Oh, can’t forget my man
the voices singing to me,
Keep on, keep on, keep on.
Still in Hollywood!
Oh WOW! Thought I'd be out of here by now.
Still in Hollywood!
My, my I'm
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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